Page 25 of Reaper & Ruin
“Keep your eyes on me, Gio.” She demanded. “I want to see your eyes roll when you fill me up.”
“Seeing as you asked so nicely…” My eyes went wide as she bounced.
Her movements were slow, careful. With the softness that she knew I preferred. There wasn’t a single dig of her nails into my flesh, or filthy words whispered in my ear. There was just Heather. Looking at me, right into my soul. Our breathing intertwined the same way it had been for weeks now.
After a while, her eyes rolled, her lips parted, and her cheeks were flushed.
I had never seen anything better. Except maybe her expression a few minutes later, when we were both close enough to screaming, that sweat dripped down my spine.
“I’m so close, Gio.” She panted, breath harsh. “Kiss me until I can’t remember how to breathe. I don’t want to scream and scare the pilot into crashing.”
“I think dying with my cock in your pussy would be a fun way to go.” I smirked, but it was easy to accept her request. Even easier to do it. Her lip gloss didn’t taste very nice, but she did. There were strawberries on her tongue from the sweets she’d eaten earlier. A touch of lime from her drink, too. She tasted like a bundle of sweetness and sunshine, and I was always going to enjoy tasting her.
Clearly she did too. For her hips bucked faster, her eyes squeezed shut. She shuddered in my arms, not stopping her bouncing until I followed her into oblivion, our lips almost glued together.
When we finally broke apart our kiss, she rested her head on my shoulder, her arms still looped around my neck. I lifted her off me just enough so I could fix my clothes. Then I held her close, my one thumb brushing lazy circles against her side. The other between her thighs, pushing the evidence of our love making back into her, until I was satisfied—I knew Atlas had hooked her up with birth control pills so there was minimal risk there.
For the first time in days, I felt like I could breathe.
“Better?” she murmured, her voice soft.
“Yeah,” I kissed the top of her head. “Better.”
The moment didn’t last. Much to my chagrin, seeing as I had every intention of swapping our places, and seeing how my girl tasted on a plane.
“Change of plans,” Atlas suddenly said.
I turned my head to see him standing and heading towards the cockpit, his phone in one hand and his laptop tucked under his arm. He had that look in his eyes, like he was already five steps ahead of us.
“What kind of change?” I asked, straightening slightly.
“We’re diverting to Heathrow.”
I frowned, and Heather grinned. “Why?”
“John O’Malley just landed there.” His tone was clipped. Malivore, who’d been napping in a chair, even noticed the change, and her ears perked up.
I blinked, confused. “O’Malley? Why does it matter what another gang leader from a different city is doing?”
“Because Sapphire Montana is there too,” Atlas replied. “And he’s after her.”
That caught me off guard. Heather straightened on my lap, her interest clearly piqued, but my focus stayed on Atlas.
“Sapphire?” I frowned. “What’s that got to do with us?”
He exhaled sharply, setting his laptop down on the table. “Because I promised Silver I’d keep her safe, and she asked me to play hero. Now do I need to spell it all out for you, or can you not just obediently listen to my orders like Heaven does so wonderfully?”
I didn’t need to ask more. Plus, I knew better than to push Atlas when he didn’t want to talk, and he clearly didn’t want to expand. From the little I knew of her, Silver wasn’t exactly the sentimental type, so if she cared enough to make Atlas promise to protect Sapphire, there had to be a story there.
“Alright,” I said finally, nodding. “Fair enough. Either way, helping out a Montana can only be beneficial. Let’s go.”
Heather lit up instantly, clapping her hands together. “We’re going to London? Oh my God, this is perfect! Big Ben, here I come. I’m definitely going to visit that big ass clock. Missythought it wasn’t real. Like the moon landing.” Her eyes rolled as she scoffed.
“You’re enjoying this way too much for a potentially dangerous mission,” Atlas muttered, though there was no real bite to his words.
Heather ignored him entirely, turning her attention back to me. “Gio, tell me you’ll take me to one of those fancy tea shops. Like the ones with little sandwiches and cakes and all that stuff. I want to feel like a giant and eat tiny food.”
I offered her my pinky finger. “I’ll take you wherever you want if you promise to sit on my lap for the rest of the flight.”
